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Click hereThat Annabelle had died on the same day that I was hypnotized and started having those strange feelings about the past and that ultra-realistic dream unlike any I'd ever had before or since about what we did during those lost hours had to mean something. Surely it had to?
Or was it just a big coincidence? Perhaps my dream was just wishful thinking by an old man thinking about a pretty crush from way back in his past? Possibly the erotic encounter between Annabelle and I never happened, but in that case how did I remember so many other small details none of which were erotic to the last detail, like weather or birdlife? That's not a normal dream.
Was the hypnosis a factor in all of this, or did it have nothing to do with it? And perhaps the lost time experience for Annabelle and I that day so long ago had a mundane explanation, such as us simply falling into a deep sleep. Or a case of amnesia, but if that was the case what caused it? And both of us at the same time, having never experienced anything like it either before then or in the years since? I could only speculate that it had something to do with the supernatural.
I again looked sadly at the funeral card of the late Annabelle, her youthful beauty still evident despite being about 70-years-old when it was taken. Only one thing was sure. Way back in 1962 a young woman named Annabelle Smith and I shared extraordinary experience, and more than 57 years on I would have no more chance of explaining what happened that day than I would the day after it happened. And when I departed this world like Annabelle, I would be certain to pass away never knowing the answers to what really took place that eerie Easter Saturday so long ago.
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Too much fantasy magic bs, you dont just both forget what you did for 5 hours for no reason. And then remember every detail decades later. Too contrifed and needlesly complicated
After reading the nasty comments left by some “persons from Porlock”, I implore you to damn the Porlockians and continue your writing in your own style.
It is as if something prevented the time loop from unwinding until one of them had passed away… as if the Universe would not allow Anbabelle and alternate Annabelle to exist simultaneously. I would have preferred the two of them living an entirely different life from 1962 forward… one where they got and stayed together for life.
Very compelling story. I started out looking for the sexual content, but got hooked by your charactors, and a refreshing plot. Thank you
First off, if you're going to name real people in your story who were famous, please be sure to spell their names correctly!!! It's Bruce Channel with two "n"s. You misspelled it twice, like the women's perfume No. 5. We Texans are proud of our own who make good!
I also found your ending unsatisfactory in the extreme. You left us all hanging with nothing but speculation. You took the time to throw in the hypnotist but didn't really go anywhere with it other than a trigger causing Jim to either dream up a fantasy or suddenly recall the memory wipe. But you didn't resolve anything in the end.
I hated it. You freaking wasted my time. 1/5
I was impressed by your narrative. Great characters and you truly set the age with your wording. Well done So I came here looking for erotic stories and found actual literature
Incredible story, it takes be back to another time when I was also young and in love with a beautiful blond young woman. Well Done!!
Too much trivial BS which added pages to what could have been an interesting storyline.
There are always points that people don't care for, but this was a magnificent story. I see a tie to 22nd April 1962 (Easter Sunday). I don't see any tie to 1st April... but perhaps "April Fool" just meant April, not necessarily 1st April.
If the teenaged lovers would have been able to remember their sudden lovemaking, they might have been embarrassed rather than pleased. Both of them took up with their life partner within months, so perhaps it is just as well that they did not remember.
P. S. My father was born just after midnight on 1st March 1932. He missed being a 29th February baby by 15 minutes. I love all the Australia references in your stories and hope to visit Australia someday (now that I have the money and holiday time to make it worthwhile to fly almost halfway around the world).
Strange just having lost my wife of 52 years gave me comfort as I am going through the grief but
This is well written and blesses me!!! There is no greater stress in our lives than to lose a spouse🙅🏽👄‼️🙏🏼✝
Strange but intrguing. Very well written and kept my attention completely focused